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There are never times where there is not paperwork on Ningguang's desk, but there are bouts between busy trading seasons where the workload eases itself and the Tianquan is allowed to take a well earned break. This is not one of those times.
The documents feel like walls, building and clambering up around her, threatening to spill over and bury her in the rubble. It's nothing she can't get through, but there are multiple knots forming in her shoulders, and her lower back sings out in agony as she remains hunched over the parchments sprawled over her desk. Her head throbs and her fingers are sore and nothing is made better when she hears the heavy thud of boots making their way down the staircase.
Her jaw aches from clenching she doesn't even know she's been doing and just over the stack of papers in front of her, the sight of an infuriating pirate comes into view.
"Ningguang!" comes the call, and while the familiar voice of her wife does soothe her frazzled nerves a little, the thought of slipping further behind on her work has frustration working itself even firmer behind her eyes.
"Beidou." Her quill is returned to its pot of ink and her fingers come up to pinch at the bridge of her nose. "Do you know how often I have to call the cleaners in here after you come by and filthy the place up?"
Beidou's laugh is as loud as those Archons-damned boots. "I can't possibly imagine they'll complain about a bit of mud, Ning."
"It's the principle, Beidou." She finally looks up properly to meet the Captain's gaze. "I ask you, very politely, may I add, to do things and you never respect my wishes."
Beidou huffs, rolling her eyes and waving Ningguang's very legitimate complaints away with a flippant hand. "Never is a bit of an overstatement–"
"And then–" She can really feel it now — the stress, the aching, the soreness — it all combines in the very depths of her stomach, simmering away. It's been days of this, she's sure, of ever-building tension and strain and it's now that she thinks it might finally engulf her. "–You stand here and you bicker with me for no positive gain in any outcome and–"
"Mhm, yeah, okay." Beidou doesn't care, she doesn't listen — when has that pirate ever listened to her? She rounds the table instead, hands softly placing themselves on Ningguang's shoulders. Her thumbs press firmly into the tight muscle and something about the touch seems to open a valve for all of her worries to start draining away. It's slow at first but the feeling of Beidou's fingers, the — albeit not entirely pleasant, but comforting enough — scent of sea and musk, breaks up the chunks of anxiety into something more manageable. "How many documents have you got left?"
"This…" The hands move down, fingers pressing into skin and working away at the knots. Ningguang waves at the several stacks of documents lined up before her, but her arm drops with a quiet groan when Beidou's thumb digs into just the right spot in her shoulder. "These piles."
A kiss is planted to the top of Ningguang's head and she tilts it back in search of more. "And when do you need them done by?"
Ningguang feels herself melt into Beidou's touch. "The end of next week."
"Plenty of time," Beidou reassures her. "You know, I think I heard Ganyu mention how her workload's been rather light recently."
Ningguang hasn't laughed in days, but in this moment she can afford a small, quiet chuckle. "For some reason I doubt this claim of yours, Captain."
"Doesn't matter whether you believe me or not, Lady Tianquan." The hands return upwards, squeezing and massaging the base of her stiff neck. "I think you're overworked and you need to relax."
"It's a…" She's forgotten how heavenly Beidou's hands can truly be. Perhaps she should indulge in their magic a little more frequently. "A bit difficult to…"
"Then let me help, my light."
Kisses start trailing down her cheek, soft nibbles across her ears as Beidou's lips travel down to the side of her neck. Ningguang sighs, letting her head lull back against the back of her chair as Beidou's hands continue their work on her shoulders.
"Beidou," she mutters, eyes fluttering shut. The looming threat of paperwork already seems so far away. "You're far more distracting than I give you credit for."
"It's one of my charms," Beidou murmurs back. Hands leave her aching muscles and Ningguang's gaze searches for Beidou's in demand of an explanation, but all that comes out of her is a yelp as her chair is dragged back. Strong arms curl under her knees and across her back, her body quickly becoming weightless in her Captain's hold.
"Beidou–" She has missed her, she can admit that to herself, and Beidou's exploring kisses have done a good job at igniting a small fire within her but– "I don't have time for this."
"Just for tonight," she promises. It's difficult to protest when Ningguang feels so safe and secure in her arms — it's even more difficult to say anything when she's already being carried out of her office and across the landing towards her bedroom. "Let me take care of you, just for tonight."
And Ningguang relents. Her arms wrap around Beidou's neck and she's grateful that it's late enough that the majority of her staff have been dismissed — being seen getting carried bridal-style in the arms of Liyue's most notorious pirate is mortifyingly embarrassing, regardless of how long they've been publicly married.
It does not take them long to make way their through the door, Ningguang sighing when her back hits the soft sheets of her bed. Beidou's lips are on hers, hands gently cupping reddening cheeks before they move down — her jaw, her neck, her collarbones. Beidou takes her time to worship every single inch of skin she can get her mouth on.
Piece by piece, button after button, Ningguang finds herself more exposed as calloused fingers gently bare her to the cool air of her bedchambers.
"You're beautiful," Beidou mutters against Ningguang's palm. "The most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes upon."
Ningguang looks down at her with half-lidded eyes but has to tear her gaze away when Beidou reciprocates tenfold. "How many women have you said that to?"
She can hear a soft quiet hum as lips leave the tips of her fingers and begin kissing along her hip. She wishes she could wipe that smug look off of Beidou's face when she shivers. "We've been married for longer than time itself and you still think I have my eyes set on other women?"
Ningguang scoffs — she's learnt it's a great barrier for vulnerability. "How do I know your eye behaves itself out on voyages?"
"Insufferable," Beidou replies. "Even when I'm bedding you, you're being insufferable." Her lips ghost over the crease between pelvis and hip, hands wrapping around the tops of her thighs to slowly drag Ningguang down to the edge of the bed. Teeth nip at pale skin and she can't help the hitch in her breath every time Beidou's tongue passes over the little bites.
Her arm comes up across her face, mouth brushing the crook of her elbow to muffle the quiet gasp she lets out when Beidou trails her kisses along her inner thigh. Her other hand snakes down, fingers threading through locks of unkempt hair; tugging at the roots seem to garner a positive response. Long nails scratch at Beidou's scalp and the gentle pulling of her hair does a good job at encouraging her to move closer to where Ningguang really wants her.
"You're impatient," Beidou murmurs against damp cloth. Her breath fans across Ningguang's cunt and she can't help but squirm. "Just let me take care of you tonight, baobei."
"All this prolonging is not–" She feels a finger gently hook onto the seam of her panties, pushing them to the side. "Re– relaxing–" And then Beidou kisses her there, uses her thumbs to spread her apart, her tongue slowly dragging from her dripping entrance to her clit. Languid fingers in the roots of Beidou's hair turn rigid as Ningguang's hips stutter into the pirate's touch — warm and wet and so welcoming.
Beidou looks up at her through her brow and noses further into Ningguang's folds, lapping and licking and spreading the wetness all over the lower half of her face. Ningguang groans quietly, head falling onto the soft sheets of her bed as she lets herself be slowly consumed.
"Archons…" It's been so long– it's been too long — between Beidou being out on voyages and Ningguang shooing her away in favour of completing more and more work related tasks, it's been far too many months since she's let Beidou touch her like this. "Just– just like that… Beidou–"
Beidou's lips close around her clit and suck, tongue coming to press firmly against it between waves and it feels almost good enough for Ningguang to be wholly distracted from the finger tracing around her hole. She chokes a little when she first notices it, her hips canting down towards the digit, and she whines when Beidou so cruelly pulls it away. She comes up from her feast and all Ningguang can think of doing is pushing her back down there and closing her legs around her head.
"You're doing so well for me," is what Beidou says as she emerges, and Ningguang hates how she whimpers at that. Beidou's looking at her, eye glimmering in adoration and a thumb rubbing soothing circles on her outer thigh. She can feel warmth bloom everywhere, from where Beidou's touching her to her cheeks and the tips of her ears, and if it continues she's positive she could melt into the bed. "You're so pretty when I make you feel good."
"Beidou," Ningguang swallows the name. "Please."
"Please, what?" Beidou bites down on the soft flesh of her thigh and the grin she gives makes it clear that it will bruise. "You're so clever, you can use your words, my treasure."
"Gods, please." Falling apart in front of Beidou has become far too simple over the years. "Touch me, please."
"Touch you where?" Fingers skirt around the sensitive skin of her thighs and Ningguang's heart jumps with every feathery touch.
"Fuck me, Captain–" Ningguang expects to be goaded some more but Beidou wastes no time, diving back in with fervor, her finger easily gliding into Ningguang. "Yes–!"
Beidou pumps slowly, curling the digit against Ningguang's front wall in time with her tongue and Ningguang can feel all the tense energy from before begin to trickle into soft pleasure. She's grinding her hips back against Beidou's face, pulling a little tighter on the pirate's scalp when she loosens up to take a breath and moaning encouragingly when the finger presses a little more firmly into her.
Let me take care of you tonight — perhaps Beidou had made the right call for once in her life.
"Beidou–" Another finger adds a nice stretch, one that has Ningguang's back arching just slightly off the bed. Her thighs twitch against the sides of Beidou's head and she's biting down on her bottom lip to keep herself quiet but it's futile when a quick burst of electro shoots from the tips of Beidou's fingers up her spine. The charge bounces across her skin and dissipates into the air just as quickly as it had come, but it doesn't stop when Beidou continues to shoot waves of electricity through her. "Wait– I'm–"
Beidou mumbles something against Ningguang, words infinitely less important than her tongue against slick folds, but the vibration helps spur the building orgasm on. Ningguang's legs shake, clamping down around Beidou's head but it doesn't deter her in the slightest — her fingers grip tighter into thick hair and it feels like the pressure inside her builds forever before it finally snaps and she comes with a choked moan.
Beidou slows, but not before savouring the feeling for a moment or two too long, and her lips starting to trail up shaking thighs just as they had been before. Ningguang can hear her heart between her ears, and as she props herself up on her elbows, looking down at Beidou between her legs, she's pushed down.
"Beidou–"
"Did you think that was all?"
Ningguang's lips part to respond but she finds her throat rather dry as the sound of clothes being shed fills up the otherwise quiet room. Her eyes track Beidou's hands as she undresses, dropping piece after piece into a messy pile on her bedroom floor. She wants to chastise her for making yet another mess in her beloved Jade Chamber, and she will after all of this is over, but it's difficult when no words leave her mouth.
"I'm not done with you."
Suddenly Ningguang's fate seems all too cemented. Her hand comes up to rest over Beidou's chest as she climbs on top, unsure whether to let her come closer or push her away. Her gaze cuts to Beidou's and speech is not much easier here either.
"I… thought this was meant to be relaxing?"
Beidou's eyebrow quirks up.
"Do you not feel relaxed?" she asks, an amused lilt in her voice.
Ningguang traces a finger down the valley of Beidou's chest. "Certainly more than I was before but…"
"You can let go more, can't you?" Her hands work lower and Ningguang bites down on her lip when she sees fingers wrapped around Beidou's hardening length. "If you can, then this isn't good enough, my light."
"What about… what about you?"
Beidou laughs, quiet and soft as she leans down to press a kiss just behind Ningguang's ear. "You don't think I'm getting anything out of this?"
Ningguang's hands move from Beidou's chest, nails running over the contour of muscles as they travel to her back. Beidou's hips shift down and Ningguang can feel Beidou guiding the tip of her length against her clit.
Beidou rolls it over her clit, varying from gentle to firm and– "Beidou–"
"You know I love making you feel good." Ningguang gasps as Beidou presses into her. "I love the noises you make when you come." She sinks further and further in. "And how pretty you look when you finally break."
Ningguang's breath catches in her throat when Beidou hilts, hips undecided on whether to chase the pleasure or to spare Ningguang from the overwhelming fullness. Her nails dig into Beidou's shoulders and a strangled cry leaves her as Beidou draws back, only to thrust in again. Ningguang throws her head against the sheets, eyes clamped shut and mind focused solely on the slow rhythm Beidou has set.
Perhaps she should listen to Beidou more because the majority of thoughts regarding her paperwork and documents fizzle out of her brain when Beidou starts kissing her. Ningguang's sure she's not doing a great job at kissing back, not with the way she can't really do much about the slow, broken way her lips are moving against Beidou's, but Beidou doesn't seem to care. Lips glide over lips and at some point Ningguang parts her mouth in a gasp, wide enough for Beidou's tongue to dip inside.
"You feel so good for me." Beidou's breath fans over her cheek and Ningguang whimpers with the next thrust in. "You take me so well, don't you, baobei?"
"Please…" Her chest arches into Beidou's; legs hook around the back of Beidou's thighs, ushering her closer, deeper. "I– Archons–"
Beidou grunts between kisses. "You're so beautiful, you're so good– such a good girl for me, aren't you?"
"Yes–" The words seep in through Ningguang's skin and make her tremble. "Captain, please… You're so– "
Beidou nuzzles her nose into the crook of Ningguang's neck; her body presses against paler skin and the move down has Ningguang keening. "I'm so what, Ning?"
She's positive she must have broken the skin of Beidou's back at this point. "So– deep–"
"Fuck."
The hooked ankles behind Beidou come loose when she widens her stance, nudging Ningguang's legs apart. She leans away instead — Ningguang is pushed back onto the bed when she tries to follow — and hands settle on the back of Ningguang's thighs. The thrusts slow, much to a Ningguang distaste, and Beidou takes a moment to admire her.
She's trying to be sweet, Ningguang thinks, but it's difficult to put on a show for her dear pirate when she's out of both breath and mind. Her body's on fire, her skin red from her heels of her feet to the tips of her ears and her chest rises with uneven breaths. Her hair must be a mess, spread across the delicate fabric of her bed, and her hands are unconsciously reaching out for Beidou, fingers curling and pulling at toned legs.
Beidou rubs her thumb in circular motions across Ningguang's skin. "You okay?"
Ningguang groans, gritting her teeth as she grinds her hips down on Beidou's length. She has more words to say, long speeches to give Beidou about hesitation and making the most of their time, but all that comes out of her is a muted whimper and a desperate call of: "Captain– please–"
She's met with a thrust back, with fingers curling into her flesh and Beidou's weight pinning her down, her thighs pressed against against her own stomach. Ningguang's not given any room to complain when the pace resumes, when the slap of skin against skin rings out into the room and Ningguang's hands scramble to find purchase against Beidou's back.
She wants to thank Beidou, to beg and plead for more and to tell her to slow down at the same time, but it's not possible to form any words when Beidou is pounding into her like this. Every thrust down, every press of Beidou's body weight on top of hers, has the air being knocked out of her lungs.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Beidou grits through her teeth, half a grunt and a laugh accompanying it. "You're so good– for me."
Yes, Ningguang thinks, she's being so good for Beidou, isn't she? She's taking her so well and being so good for her and Beidou's right because this is so much better for her than sitting hunched over at her desk doing paperwork.
"My treasure…"
Her Captain keeps talking to her, keeps muttering sweet, honeyed praises that make Ningguang's thighs quiver against Beidou's hold — her words melt into a puddle of numbing pleasure and before Ningguang knows it–
"Yes– come for me, baobei– fuck–"
And she does. She can feel herself clamp down around Beidou, her nails digging into Beidou's already torn up back. She's waiting for the stimulation to cease, for Beidou to pull out slowly and coddle her, but none of that comes. Instead, Beidou keeps the same demanding pace and panic surges through Ningguang when a familiar feeling starts to pool near her cunt.
"Beidou–" she gasps, hands slapping the pirate's back. "You can't– I'm going to– wait, I can't–" The thought of it alone makes Ningguang want to die and when Beidou slows down, she thinks she's saved.
"You can't what?"
Ningguang whines. "I'll– I'll make a mess, you can't– Beidou–!"
She hears something animalistic: a grunt, a growl– she's not quite sure what it is but it's clear her words have had some sort of effect on her dear Captain. The pace resumes and the feeling Ningguang has been trying to hard to avoid comes back full-force.
"Don't worry about it–" Beidou's voice is hoarse, "–just let go."
Ningguang cries, craning her head up until her forehead touches Beidou's shoulder. She sobs, clawing at muscles and her hips bucking up to meet each thrust. It's terrible how convincing Beidou is, how Ningguang knows the sheets had been changed just that morning and how she's still letting herself make such a mess.
Her next orgasm feels insignificant to the overstimulation she's been enduring so far, a constant throb and need to hold Beidou closer against her shaking body. She can already feel it now, the wetness of her inner thighs, the way it drips down and seeps into the bed below them, and how Beidou just keeps going. Every second that passes has her mind slipping further away, thoughts few and far between, and the only concept she can fully grasp, can feel tangibly in her hands, is Beidou's presence. There aren't any worries about work and documents and signatures, just the feeling of their skin meeting and of Beidou's cock fucking into her, and she has no complaints.
Ningguang doesn't even know if her last orgasm ends before she can feel the next one beginning, all sensations blending into one as the coil in her stomach remains horribly tight. Sweat covers the expanse of Beidou's back and her fingers slip against it as she clings on; her nails do a much better job of keeping her grounded against her Captain.
"Gods– please, fuck–" are the last words to leave her before she crumbles. Her entire body shakes and she's pretty sure she must've passed out for a second because the next thing she notices is how wet everything is: her thighs, Beidou's stomach, her sheets. Everything is drenched in her and if not for the way Beidou groans into her ear, the humiliation would have been ten times worse.
Ningguang knows she doesn't have it in her for another orgasm but she feels the way Beidou's hips buck against her and she knows her Captain is close. She curses into Beidou's skin and she's not even sure she's fully conscious for however long it takes Beidou to finish too.
"Ning– I'm gonna–"
"Please–" Her voice is hoarse and mostly gone and yet enough of it is still left for her to beg. "Inside, please– Beidou, fuck–"
Beidou's entire weight presses down on her one last time, hips flush with the back of Ningguang's thighs and ass as she finally releases inside her. It's warm and sticky and it must have been a while since Beidou's touched herself because it starts spilling out of Ningguang before she has the chance to pull out.
Her limbs feel boneless, arms falling to the sides and her breaths coming out choked as Ningguang tries to catch her breath. Everything feels like the same sensation, all muddled into one. However, slowly but surely, she manages to distinguish a few of them. There's the light from her nightstand and Beidou's ragged breathing above her and the most prominent one seems to be the mass of a pirate pressing her cock deep inside her.
"Beidou," Ningguang whimpers, "You're too…"
Beidou groans. Her head hangs between her shoulders as shaking arms haul her up from her place across Ningguang's chest. She sits back on her calves and slowly pulls out and Ningguang can see the slight uptick of Beidou's lips when she looks down at the red, puffy folds of Ningguang's cunt. She feels warmth slowly drip out of her and, while she would usually never allow such a thing to stain her bedsheets, there's already a puddle of fluid soaking where she lays so she'll give it a pass just this once.
"Fuck…" Beidou curses and while Ningguang is a lady of much class, far above such crude language, in this instance she's inclined to agree. "Made a bit of a mess, didn't we?"
"We?" Ningguang croaks. She hopes her face correctly conveys the unimpressed expression she's trying to put on. "This was entirely your fault."
"Hey– I didn't drench the entire bed–"
Ningguang pushes Beidou's face away when she leans down for a kiss. "And who made me do that? I was trying to tell you I couldn't but you were insistent."
"Pfft– you know I wouldn't do anything you don't–"
"And, Baishi had the courtesy of changing these sheets just this morning and now you've gone and soiled them."
Beidou rolls her eye and begins clambering out of bed. "Yeah and I bet she'll really enjoy changing these too, they've got you all over them."
Ningguang props herself up on her elbows and scowls as Beidou leans down and begins chucking her clothes towards the hamper in the corner of the room. "You're perverted."
Beidou's brow shoots up. "Me? The pervert? Look at yourself– and look at your secretary!" She waves her hand at Ningguang and disappears into the bathroom.
Ningguang cranes her head around to try to see into the other room but she can only hear the noise of water beginning to rush. "I really did not think my well-meaning secretary would be such a long standing issue in our marriage, Captain."
Beidou peeks her head around the doorframe before her entire body comes into view. "You're hopeless."
Ningguang hums, head tilting up the closer Beidou comes. She's lifted up once more, her arms wrapping around Beidou's neck as she's carried into the bathroom. "You like challenges."
Beidou glances down at her and the corner of her lip twitches up. "You're more than a challenge."
A hand slips to Beidou's cheek and Ningguang presses a kiss to the other. "Good. I've never intended to be anything but."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Beidou mutters.
The light inside the bathroom is a little brighter than the bedchambers but Ningguang adjusts soon enough. The bath appears mostly full and the tap still runs even as she's lowered into it. A pleasant temperature — Beidou's done a good job for once.
"Is it warm enough?"
Ningguang bats her eyes down at where her knees appear just above the bubbles. "Could be warmer."
Beidou scoffs and waves her off, turning on her heel and marching out back into the larger room. Ningguang turns her head to follow.
"Where are you going?"
"To change your sheets!" Beidou calls back.
"Must you do that now?"
Beidou's head pops around the frame. "Do you not want me to?"
Ningguang pouts and she knows she's won when Beidou's gaze instantly drops to her lips. "Am I not your priority?"
"Oh, dear Archons."
The tap is turned off as Beidou climbs into the bath, nudging Ningguang with her foot so she can squeeze in behind her, but as she settles in, some of the water spills over the edge.
"Beidou–"
Arms wrap around Ningguang's waist and Beidou's chin settles on her shoulder. "M'sorry," she mutters. "Just been putting on a few pounds of muscle lately."
Ningguang leans back into Beidou's hold and that, combined with the soft scent of qingxin and the warmth of the water lapping at her, has her eyes feeling rather heavy. "Are you sure it's–" Yawn. "Muscle? I always thought alcohol and Fontainian pastries typically result in another kind of weight gain."
Beidou chuckles, quiet and gentle into Ningguang's ear. "I think you should focus more on getting some sleep than arguing with me."
Ningguang's head lulls back onto Beidou's shoulder. "I can't sleep… in a bath…"
"Don't worry, baobei, I'll wake you up."